Life Dies In The End

Chapter 28

Just like before, we had to fight our way into the palace. Asgard's warriors had all fallen by now, or at least most of them. I walked alongside Ela as we stepped around bodies and entered the throne room. It all looked different than before. Skurge had fallen behind us as he followed.

"Does no one remember us? Has no one been taught our history?" Ela glanced up at the mural on the ceiling.

It had once featured our conquests, our battles. It once told our story and now it was covered in images of the princes and parties. There were images of peace treaties and gardens. Everything Ela and I worked towards, but never got to have. Odin had hidden us from everyone. More specifically, Frigga. Odin didn't have the power to alter memories, Frigga did. Of the pair, she was the better of the two. She never would've done it with being forced to. She is gone now. Taken away by the frost giants. Thor had mentioned it a few years ago.

"Look at these lies. Goblets and garden parties? Peace treaties?" I spoke, my eyes tracing every image. "Odin, proud to have it, ashamed of how he got it."

I threw my sword into the mural, causing it to crack and come crumbling to the ground around us. The original images were finally out in the open again. I glanced over every single one. Each one brought back an old memory.

"We were unstoppable. We were his weapons in the conquest that built Asgard's empire. One by one, the realms became ours." Ela turned to Skurge. "But then, simply because our ambition outgrew his, he banished us, caged us, locked us away like animals."

"Before that, Asgard's warriors were honored, their bodies buried as heroes beneath this very place." I looked towards Ela, a plan forming in my head.

She seemed to understand what I was getting at as she signaled to Skurge to follow us. I walked beside her in silence. I could feel Skurge wanting to ask us questions. They'd all be answered soon enough. Reaching Odin's treasure room, we started down the steps towards his treasures.

"Odin's treasures." Skurge spoke, as he glanced over the treasures.

"Fake." Ela cut Skurge off from saying anything more, as she knocked over a golden gauntlet.

"Most of the stuff in here is fake." I walked past The Casket of Ancient Winter. "Or weak."

"Huh." Ela walked past Surthur's Skull. "Smaller than I thought it would be."

I continued in front of Ela as I paused in front of the Tesseract. The same thing I fought a few years ago. It was nothing compared to what I was looking for. Ela reached my side as she looked over the Tesseract.

"That's not bad." She commented as I moved forward, my eyes landing on the thing I was looking for.

"But this," I watched the Eternal Flame dance with life. "The Eternal Flame."

A smile fell on my lips. With this, I could raise the dead. I could do almost anything. I placed my hand into the flame and pulled out my own little portion of the flame. I cupped the flame in my hands as I looked towards Ela and nodded.

She summoned a hammer to her hand as she reached the ruins etched on the ground in front of me. Skurge watched us curiously as Ela pounded the hammer into the ground. With each hit the ground cracked, until eventually it caved in, forming a hole big enough for me to fit. I looked towards Skurge with a small smile playing on my lips.

"Want to see what true power really looks like?" I smirked as he looked at me confused.

Without hesitation, I fell backwards into the hole. I used the light of the flame in my hand to guide me as I landed solidly on the ground. Using the flame to see, I glanced around the crypt of my fallen comrades. They were all warriors Ela and I had fought side by side with. Their bodies had now rotten and only left their skeletons behind.

Bringing them back to life would be easier than I thought. I wouldn't have to bring back their consciousness or heal any wounds. They'd just be mindless skeletons looking for a leader. Ela would lead them, she was always the better one at commanding troops.

Stepping into the middle of the crypt, my eyes landed on an old companion. He was wrapped in chains and yet he still laid in his favorite position. His body was still in the process of decomposing, meaning he had only just recently died. That also meant Odin had kept him trapped down here forever and starved him to death.

"Fenris. My darling, what have they done to you?"

My eyes stayed locked on the wolf that had fought side by side with Ela and I. Earth's wolves were nothing compared to him. He was 10 times the size of the ones on Earth. Not to mention he was more loyal than them as well.

"With the Eternal Flame, you are reborn!" I focused my power into my hand as I slammed it into the ground, causing a wave of magic to course through the crypt.

As it passed each fallen warrior, they shuttered to life. Raising to their feet, they looked up towards the hole, where Ela was, waiting for their first command. I didn't pay too much attention to them as Fenris rose to his feet.

His eyes now returned to the vibrant green they once were and his coat sleek as ever. He stepped towards me, towering above me. His eyes met mine in recognition. He bowed to the ground allowing me to stroke behind his ear.

"I've missed you." I turned to face the entire army. "I've missed all of you."

Now that we finally had them back, we could take Asgard as our own and turn it into what it was always meant to be. The people would see that we were good and that Odin was bad. We would bring prosperity to Asgard. Now there would be no more death. We'd be powerful, we'd be the strongest realm out there. 

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